MENTORING BRANDON
By RAA049

Chapter 1 : There 's More to Life than Football

As year go by, there are certain things that become a fuzz. Our lives take assorted paths until we settle on the one with which we feel most comfortable - if ever. As I sit here in my 5th decade, I can not aid but inquire if my lifespan today would be better or worse. It would be different, for sure, but can we ever look back and make a purpose on a momentary switching in direction.

I do digress, however in this, because today I 'm thinking about Brandon, my first real number dearest in my life. On how, in a matter of a twinkle of an eye, my life changed when I was 17. It all started as my parents decided that an urban school was something I did not need. My dad had gone to a private schooltime in the midst of the cornbelt - Ioway. As a city boy from Chicago, this
was not something that I had desired or wanted. But, at 17, you have NO rights ( at least that is what they told me ).

As a sophomore in highschool School, I was a jock -- football actor and wrestler -- that enjoyed the fruits of that differentiation. Oh, I was n't an Adonis like the swimmer bodies that the girls all swooned over, but I was fairly attractive and had my share of girls that wanted to go out with the athletic supporter gang hanging around. I did my plowshare of dating, but unlike my friends, my desires were in a different direction. At an early age I knew that the male body was something unequalled and desirable to me. In the 1960 's however, being `` pansy '' was not exactly something that you broadcast. So, to fit in, I did the `` respectable '' thing and went on dates with the girls.

Between the summer of my sophomore and junior class, my dad decided that I would get a better teaching at his alma mater. I do n't mean it was the education as much as the trouble that he anticipated I could get myself into if I stayed in the urban center schools. Chicago, after-all, was experiencing many tautness that history can detail if you are so interested. But, alas, I enrolled at Central embarkment School as a Junior, football and wrestle recruit, extraordinaire.

Since football started prior to the showtime of the school term, I lost most of my summer with my friends. At 16 ( I turned 17 in September ), that is a farce comedy. Especially since it was an all boy camp and I had some VERY good friends for many days. But that is a different tarradiddle. Upon my arrival I was greeted by the coaching job staff and a squad that had been together for 2
long time. The new guy on the block was not exactly a receive site, especially since they had been told that I was All-Conference at a big city school. I knew I had a lot to prove, not only on the field, but also as one of the guys.

That evening I met my roommates. David was the starting vile safeguard and had arms thicker than I had ever seen. Tom was a defensive lineman. He had jet-black hair and blue eyes and was quite a lump. However, I was not exactly sure how a homo was going to fit in with this grouping. So, I decided that my lust needed to be controlled for the time being.

The low day of doubles was hell, as was usually the suit, but I enjoyed them. I was a competitor and I wanted to record these Hawkeye 's a thing or two about football. As a linebacker, I was able to do about anything I wanted in the liaison department. And that I did. Within two daytime I was part of the team and accepted by all.

Then it happened ! At the beginning of the second calendar week of practice, the freshman and sophomore players arrived. Unlike the urban center school I was used to, there was a definite dividing origin between the teams and players on the team. An elitist attitude was very plain to me.

As these guy walked by, my eyes caught site of the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. His flowing blond hair, his deep gloomy eye, about my height ( 5'9 '' ) and the way he walked just began to motor me waste. I could experience what he was doing to me, as my peter became hard quicker than I ever remembered it rising. Thankfully, my cup kept my hush-hush -- - at least for that moment.

As the day progressed, I could n't stop over thinking about # 64 in the T. H. White jersey. I do n't know what it was about him, but he just would n't leave my mind. The afternoon exercise was called as an intra-squad practice. The varsity was going to play with the frosh/soph team in position drills.
Linebackers and the defensive line were going to operate together to name certain we all understood the system at all levels.

As we made our way to the field, the coach pointed for me to go left and Tom to go right. As I turned there he was. turn 64 was MY protégé for the day. I was to teach him the scheme. attain sure that he knew what was expected of the linebackers on our team. He was to take in every Christian Bible from me as if it were gospel.

And then ... there was me. Stopped dead in my caterpillar track, eye to eye with this gorgeous boy. I was tongue tied and mumbling I ca n't remember what. All I know is that my heart was pounding and my blood was rushing to VERY specific parts of my body. Being in short, with NO equipment on, this time, I had no cup to cover my secret.

I introduced myself. `` Hi, I 'm Bob. '' `` Brandon, here, '' was his reply.

Brandon ! What a beautiful figure I thought. I do n't know why, but that name always intrigued me and here I was meeting a Brandon.

As the day went on, I showed him assorted relocation and proficiency that the tutor were describing. He shadowed all the motion and I have to say was very unspoiled at it. For the side by side two hours we had the opportunity to utter. He told me he was from a diminished town in southern Prairie State, the oldest of 4 male child in the family, and was here at CBS because his grandfather had attended when he was in mellow schooling. He was also a wrestler, which of course of action I was, but about 3 weight course lighter. We blocked and tugged on each former for a tenacious time and I have to say, it was the just unhorse practice I had ever had.

After practice, we all went our separate ways. varsity to the field home and frosh/soph to the main gym locker elbow room. Tom and I showered and dressed and headed back to our room. As we got to our doorway, Tom, again, had lost his key. So I put down all my power train and was fumbling for mine in my gym bag as who walks by, but Brandon. The dorm Padre was showing him to his way, which happened to be right hand next to mine. We exchanged hellos and glances. I saw something in his eyes, but at the fourth dimension, had NO estimation what it meant.

For the side by side 6 weeks, Brandon and I saw a lot of each early in the hallway and on the field, but that is about all. I took every opportunity I could to be with him, but because of different family and pattern schedules, that did n't offer for much time.

As the football season was coming to an end, the wrestling coach called an organizational meeting for all varsity wrestler. Since I was there for sports ( which was the only real use I had had so far at CBS ), and had been an all-conference friend at house, I obviously attended. He indicated that it was sentence for us to work in the weightiness room and get make for the
start of the season. I loved the exercising weight way. It was a great lieu to let off some pent up energy and see some hot hombre OUT of the bulky football gear.

As was tradition, he explained, underclassman and upperclassman were to work as couple in the weight elbow room for rubber. He indicated that he had talked with all the newbie and sophomore matman previously to shape their attainment and physical exercise needs. He formed the `` squad '' that would ferment together and told us that on the following Monday, we were to begin our training.

As the confluence ended, with very little accomplished, we all checked the add-in to witness out who we were to work with. And there it was .... Bob and Brandon ! In black and white, he and I were listed next to each former. I was to be his mentor again. To work with him one on one. My inflammation was again protruding. But, why me ? He and I were at least 3 weight classes apart.
So, of course, I went to ask the coach.

On the way to his office, I had to pass the shower bath in the locker room. I made my way up the constringe row between work bench and lockers, I could hear the showers running. As I passed the mob exhibitor stall, my eyes looked right. There was Brandon, with his rear toward me with a head wide of shampoo. I stopped in my raceway gazing at this not so abnormal land site. But, for some
cause it was mesmerizing to me. As I stood there staring, he turned around, in broad view. I could see every inch of his body which is something I only dreamed about. I obviously scanned down to his male dearest tool which was only half-hard, but my own was reacting quite rapidly. He was so beautiful -- - so captivating - I could n't believe this was happening.

By this time, he had rinsed his haircloth and was wiping his eyes dry. He caught me out of his watery eye and waved. He said hi and motioned me to add up closer into the drying room.

As I walked toward him, he grabbed his towel. I was a bit foiled, but did n't render him this fact. He put out his hand so I could shake it.

'' Hey Bob. Glad I saw you. I hear you and I are going to shape out together. ``

'' Yep, I saw that. Think that is groovy, '' I stammered ( recall, this was the 60 's ). `` What weight class are you, Brandon ? '' I questioned.

'' Hundred twenty-eight. You ? ``

'' Hundred 55. Quite a remainder there. ``

'' Oh, I can handle anything you got, do n't occupy, '' he quipped. I saw a gleam in his eye. My mind of course was hoping he would do by the one affair that I wanted so very much to contribution with him.

'' Would bang to start as soon as we can. You doing anything tonight ? I know the weighting elbow room is open. ``

'' That sounds beneficial. You know that I asked to work with you do n't you ? '' he questioned.

'' No, I did n't, '' I answered wondering why he had done that. `` Why me ? ``

He continued to dry his crotch which was exciting me to no end. `` Well, I heard about your all-conference backup and that you are a stud with the upper body moves, '' he stated with another one of those gleams in his eye. I was confused wondering if he was talking about on the mat or in bed ( and was hoping it was the latter ).

'' Thanks. I love to throw guys around, '' I said with a smile. He returned a smiling of his own as we both laughed. `` I 'll go check with coach to see if we can get in there tonight. I would only be us, you know, '' I said.

'' Oh, yes, I do, '' he replied. `` Think that we can get a mind beginning on the free weight and get to know each former. ``

'' Great ! I would like that. After all, you room next to me and we have n't really baffle to know each other cause of practices and all. Wan na go to dinner before or after the weighting way, '' I asked.

'' well, after I think. Might just be dessert for me anyway, tonight, '' he snickered.

My idea was reeling. Was he coming on to me or just being cute ? I did n't be intimate, but what I did bonk is that I REALLY liked this guy, not only personally, but sexually as well.

I left Brandon as he got dressed and went to see the motorbus for the weight-room key. He was quite affect that we both wanted to get started. And, it ca n't hurt to butter up a new coach-and-four now, can it !

'' You know, Bob, Brandon was a sophomore champion here last year as a starter. ``

'' Jeez, no I did n't, '' I replied with surprise. `` That 's dependable, maybe the two of us can do that on first team this year. ``

'' Oh, I think that is very possible. That is why, when Brandon asked to work with you, I was well-chosen. The two of you make a in effect distich. And, he is very dying to get to know you better. He has talked to me a lot about your season last class and took a lot of interest in your style. ``

This intrigued me. Here is a guy that I had only seen a couple of times on the football airfield and going to and from his room taking an interest in me ? Was it totally JOCK oriented or was it more than ? Was he interested in more than a few wrestling moves ? I know the resolution that I would have desired be the typesetter's case in those interrogative sentence, but would Brandon ?

Leaving the coaches power, I went to the locker room to shift. I passed Brandon who already had dressed in his workout dress and was putting on his sneakers.

'' Hey, Bob. storage area on, '' he blurted out. He jumped up and came toward me. We walked next to each other talking as we moved toward my footlocker room.

'' In here, '' I said as I moved toward my footlocker. `` It 'll only accept me a minute and we can get to the weight-room. Got the key right here, '' as I held up the key that the omnibus had handed me.

'' Cool. Mind if I just wait here ? '' Brandon asked.

'' Sure, come on in the cabinet room and we can mouth, '' I answered.

As I opened my lock, Brandon sat on the end of the bench and we began to mouth about the football game season. Neither team, first team of the frosh/soph had been doing very well. We both hoped that our wrestling season would be more successful.

As we talked, I began to uncase. I had a pressing problem that would be very evident to Brandon as I continued to take off my dress. As I took off my pants, I turned toward the footlocker. Brandon just kept talking, fortunately.

When I finished getting my workout dress on, we made our way to the weightiness room. I was in the mood for a just study out since my stock was rushing and I was very stir and needed to slacken and release some of the energy that was building in me. We both began to warm up up by doing some stretching exercises.

We sat on the use mat across from each other and began to stretch. From where I sat, my view was beautiful. We talked and with every word I knew that I really liked this boy across from me. My former experiences were purely sexual with bozo back nursing home. This was more. Oh, I was excited ( as was he from what I could see ) and wanted to, more than anything else, have
Brandon as a very close booster. Yes, I wanted it to be physical, but was afraid that would press him away from even being a friend.

We began working out with the weights. talk and laughing, Being alone made it much more well-fixed for both of us. We could say what we want and we could jest around. We both knew the importance of working together.
espial each other was very crucial, even though the free weight were n't that threatening, something could go on. We had both been doing this farsighted enough to hump that.

Brandon lay down on the bench to do his presses. I stood above and handed him the 80-pound bar weight. He began to countermand as I stood over him looking at the beautiful specimen of a boy beneath me. My oculus moved to the now very gravid bulge in his pants. I got a grin on my face. He looked so aphrodisiacal in this position. I wanted to do Sir Thomas More than spot him, but thought better of the
idea. His ten `` repp '' were done and now it was my turn.

He got up from the bench and his firmly rooster under his shorts was very obvious. I know I was staring, but had hoped he did n't notice. As we passed by the bench, he smiled at me and said, `` My turn to learn ... .spot, I mean, now ! ``

I lay on the Bench and Brandon handed me the weights. I began my lift as he stood over me. I knew I was in the Lapp `` state '' as he was lying on this bench. An 80-pound bar in my hand with my stage spread over the bench and my hard cock protruding from my short circuit. However, I was n't embarrassed for some reason. I actually hoped that he noticed as I did.

As I finished my repetitions and began to get the bar back to the standards, Brandon stopped the bar before I could put it down. Our centre met. I was looking deep into those gorgeous blue heart, as they were looking deep into mine. He smiled, grabbed the bar and put it down. As I
started to dart up, he put his paw on my chest and walked around to the right of the workbench. Keeping his script tight enough on my pectus to keep me prone, he leaned down, still looking deeply into my eyes and gave me the sweetest, longest, most sensual buss I had ever had.

My mind rushed. Was this occurrent or was I dreaming ? Was my `` genus Adonis '' actually kissing me ? Was my intimation OK ? Should I hold on this ? Will this continue ? Is my tool really that strong ? Is his cock really that hard ? Does he really like me ? Do I have a chance for him ? Is he really a poof ? Does he really like me ? Is this really happening ? What should I do ? It is amazing how many matter can go through your head in a split second.

All I really knew was that Brandon was kissing me. My arms rose from my side as I put them around him. I returned the kiss as passionately as I was receiving his. I began to get up from the terrace and this fourth dimension he let me. We were still in a deep embrace kiss, not stopping, even as we moved so that I could face him.

His arms were now moving from holding me down on the bench to embrace me and pull me close as I stood up. Our bodies grew cheeseparing together. The heating plant exploded between us as our pectus and pecker pressed close together.

'' Brandon ! '' I exclaimed. `` I have dreamt about holding you since the low gear day I saw you on the playing area in August. ``

'' What took you so long then ? '' he said. `` Do you really think I asked for you to partner with me because of your skills on the mat ? '' he quipped in a sarcastic tone.

'' I do n't have sex, but holding you like this is the most amazing experience I have had in a long fourth dimension. You have been the simply guy in this whole school day that has interested me, '' I whispered.

We kissed again, but this clock time, our paw moved from an embracement to each former 's jetty. I could find, for the showtime sentence, what I had longed for since I first saw him walking toward me on the football bailiwick. He was as hard as I was and we fondled each other as we kissed.

'' I only wish we could lock the threshold, '' he said with a halfhearted jape. He was breathing so hard -- - as was I -- that we were n't really aware of anything around us. At that second, we both knew we wanted more, but also realized this was not the time nor the place.

'' Oh, I hear that, Brandon. But both Dave and Tom are studying in the room and we ca n't go there. ``

'' Well, since I have no roommate this week, we could go back to my room, '' he said with a very LARGE smile on his face.

'' What ? ``

'' Did n't you know that Keith left schooling ? '' he asked. `` His don was having some job with his health and he went back dwelling house cashbox next semester. ``

I was dumfounded. `` That means you have your own room cashbox Jan ? '' I questioned with a very obvious excitement in my voice.

'' Yep, it sure does ! Why do n't we shut away up and get our thing and head back there, '' he said.

So, we gathered up our gear and headed toward the footlocker room. As I turned off the weight-room lights and turned to exit and lock the doorway, I grabbed Brandon one more time. I put my limb around him and pulled him toward me. Our rima oris met, with our tongues exploring the far reaches of each other. I knew, from the moment I saw him that portentous day of our low practice, that if I ever was come together to this boy, I could never keep my hands off of him. Now, I was and I was totally rectify. All I could do was hold him and roam his entire consistency with both of my hands.

We got into the locker elbow room and headed toward my footlocker. As this was still football time of year, our lockers were far apart, but that would exchange when wrestling started for real. I quickly grabbed my clothes, not wanting to waste sentence changing here and wait till we got back to the dorm. This sentence, however, Brandon did n't wait at the end of the aisle. He came and sat right next to me as I gather my clothes. As I turned from the locker to head out of the area, he again, stopped me. He was sitting and I was standing, so you can only imagine the view he had. I was so hard and sticking out that I actually hit him in the expression. His looked behind him and then back to me,
cupped my lump and dick in my jock with his work force and gave me a kiss through the admirer stuff. I was in heaven and did n't move.

His deal wrapped around my ass and pulled me close. His tongue was very gifted as he slid it between the framework and licked my testicle. He then took my hammer out of the scoop of the supporter and let it free. It slapped him on his impudence and he looked up at me and smiled. He took his tongue and licked up the pecker to the underside of the head of my cock.

'' Ummmmmmmmm, '' I heard him murmur. `` Just as I figured. Very mellifluous and very hard, '' he said laughing. He continued to riff his glossa over the 'spot of ecstasy'and drive me savage. I was so end to cumming in such a short fourth dimension because of the hullabaloo he was causing.

Just as quickly as he started, Brandon stopped. He got up off the bench and headed toward his locker elbow room. There I was, my turncock standing straight out from my shorts, and he was leaving ? What a tease he was.

I followed him to his locker and planned on returning the favor. He had a bit of a head start on me as I was slowed down not wanting to take the air through a locker way with my cock leading the way. By the clock time I got there, he had all his matter and was heading for the exit. I hurried and caught up with him.

'' Where are you guys going ? '' we both heard from the billet area. There was my football coach reviewing plastic film from the previous game.

'' Hey coach, '' I yelled. `` Just were in the exercising weight elbow room with Brandon here. Going back to the dorm. ``

'' Tell Tom I need to see him, '' the coach insisted.

Just what I wanted to do. Now I had to actually bar by my room. How was I going to explain that I was n't staying ? How was I going to explain that I was going to Brandon 's elbow room for the even ? We did n't suffer the same stratum or anything. I 'd worry about that when I got there.

Our dorm was about a 10-minute walk from the field of operations household. We were both very quiet for the first of all few minutes until Brandon began to ask a serial publication of questions.

'' Are you homosexual ? '' Brandon started.

'' Yes, I believe so. I dated lady friend back abode, but only because I had to, '' I responded.

'' Have you been with a lot of guys, I mean have sex with a lot of guys ? ``

I knew I had to answer that honestly, but I did waffle. `` Yes, Bran, I have. You ? ``

'' No. Never actually, '' he said. I thought to myself that he was very full at what he did having not had sex with anyone else.

'' Then why me ? '' I asked.

'' I really do n't know, Bob, '' he said pensively. `` All I know is that when I saw you laying on the bench earlier, I had to do what I did. I HAD to kiss you. I wanted you to kiss me. ``

'' And, I 'm so glad you did. As I said, I have wanted to do that for 3 calendar month. ``

As we turned the corner, we could see our dorm. We headed up the steps and then to the endorsement level where our room were.

'' Do you need to come into the way, '' Brandon asked.

'' More than anything. I thought that is what we said in the weight room, '' I said with a very peculiar spirit to my statement.

'' Oh, yes, we did and I do want to. Did n't sleep together if you still wanted to, is all. ``

'' Very much, '' I said, `` but I have to tell Tom that the private instructor wants him. Do n't know how to explicate me leaving right away. ``

'' Bob, you go get Tom and in about 5 minutes I 'll add up to get you and ask you to help me with something or another. Besides, I need to pick my room, '' he said as he laughed that OH so sexy laugh I loved.

'' OK ! ``

After I told Tom that the charabanc wanted him, I put my clobber away. Through all of this, I kept thinking and questioning myself as to what had happened and where it was going. I had never felt the way I did about Brandon with any other guy. And the funniest thing is that we had not yet had sex.

And still, I had this touch sensation. What was it ? As I thought about it, I figured it was lust. But the more I realized that if we did n't own sex, I 'd still feel this way. I got even more confused.

Soon, we would see. Soon Brandon would knock on the threshold and we would then go to his room and see what would happen. I was excited, but calm. A uncanny feeling I had. David stared at me with a strange look, shook his head, and returned to reading.

XV minutes went by and no Brandon. I could n't understand what was keeping him. Well, whatever it was, I would be ready when he came for me.

A knock on the doorway - FINALLY !

NEXT : My dream comes true ! Brandon - Chapter 2